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Show CHERCHEZ LA FEMME. You say he has lost his position Something was wrong with the books Filed a bankruptcy petition I noticed downcast in his looks, A little too fast such a pity. Couldn't keep up with the life What's that shouldn't live in the city? Oh, yes' an extravagant wife. The cards did you say and he's drinking? Good fellow oncei yes, and he's bright, Says he 'don't cafe well, I'm thinking That isn't true am I right? Dancing to hell in a revel, Too had, he must stop it's a shame, Going right straight to the devil Beg pardon but what was Her name? "Extra," the newsboy screams, frantic, "A murder, and suicide, See? You buy one in letters gigantic "The Coroner's Jurors Agree" Another line stares just below it, And there is the cause on it's face, It is stereotyped, and you know it, "A Woman is Mixed In the Case." Whenever the trouble is shady No matter the source of the blame, The man's overlooked, but the lady She is the point of the game. Old Daddie Adam he wrote it, A smooth one you'd better believe, For the stunts that he did, as we note it, Were usually blamed on to Eve. TOD GOODWIN. |